1. Motherly love is a lost beacon, guiding the way forward; Motherly love is the sunshine in winter, which warms children's hearts; Motherly love is a conscientious guardian, guarding young life; Motherly love is the drizzle in spring, nourishing the dry land; Maternal love is golden in autumn, showing the joy of harvest.

Motherly love is the sun that warms the soul, the rain that moistens the soul, the fertile soil that irrigates the soul, and the rainbow that beautifies the soul.

Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.

Motherly love is a lost beacon, guiding the way forward; Motherly love is the sunshine in winter, which warms children's hearts; Motherly love is a conscientious guardian, guarding young life; Motherly love is the drizzle in spring, nourishing the dry land; Maternal love is golden in autumn, showing the joy of harvest.

2. Write your own poems about maternal love. Motherly love warms our hearts like a ray of bright sunshine, moistens our hearts like a drop of rain, and cares for our hearts like a bitter medicine. It is great, selfless and beautiful, and it is an eternal topic. ...

Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.

Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;

Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.

Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter,

Motherly love is the yearning of wandering world.

Motherly love is the care and anxiety of children before their beds.

Motherly love is a period of children's growth.

Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years.

If I were Nightcrawler who traveled thousands of miles, my mother would be a gentle lamp in the dark night, illuminating me from a distance and making me hesitate; If I were just a poor self-pity actor, my mother would be the warm applause that made me confident and urged me to work hard; If I am a playful little fish, my mother is a green lake, which not only contains my naughty willfulness, but also spreads my happiness like ripples. ...

Motherly love is the sun that warms the soul; Maternal love is the rain and dew that moistens the soul; Motherly love is fertile soil for irrigating the soul; Motherly love is a rainbow that beautifies the soul.

Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.

Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;

Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.

Motherly love is like a flaming sun, an oil lamp in the dark, a sweater in winter, and a stream in a mountain stream. Little by little, the trickle merged into a gurgling stream, and little by little, care merged into a deep maternal love.

3. A brief comparative sentence about maternal love. The waterfall chose the cliff and has since become a rushing song; The seeds choose the fission body, so the green of a happy life is achieved; Pearls choose trauma, which breeds dazzling pearls; The eagle chose to fight the storm and soar in the blue sky, which became the embodiment of courage and strength.

"Plum blossoms come from bitter cold", and it is not the gentle spring breeze that blows plum blossoms, but the biting cold wind; It is not the cool and soft rain that moistens it, but the cold Leng Xue; It is not warm sunshine that shines on it, but a ray of setting sun in winter.

The stream never stops running to the sea, which is a kind of persistence; Weeds break through rocks and drill out soil, which is a kind of persistence; Plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold and bloom in the wind, which is also a kind of persistence.

If a drop of water represents a blessing, I will send you a piece of East China Sea. If a heart represents a happiness, I will send you a galaxy; If a tree represents a ray of yearning, I will send you a forest.

Life is tea, flowing with refreshing fragrance of flowers; Life is wine, which exudes a strong fragrance; Life is coffee. Only by savoring it carefully can we realize the true meaning contained in this faint bitterness.

Without love, you can look for it in spring; Without will, winter can be tempered; Without perfection, you can work hard in life; There is no hope, you can pursue it in your dreams.

Memories are poetic and colorful; Memories are picturesque and colorful; Memory is like water, clear and bright!

Life is like a dream, illusory; Life is like a road, winding; Life is like time, passing by in a hurry!

Stupidity is a kind of natural helplessness, a kind of acquired laziness, and a bad result planted by yourself!

Motherly love is the sun that warms the soul; Maternal love is the rain and dew that moistens the soul; Motherly love is fertile soil for irrigating the soul; Motherly love is a rainbow that beautifies the soul.

Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.

Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;

Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.

Motherly love is like a flaming sun, an oil lamp in the dark, a sweater in winter, and a stream in a mountain stream. Little by little, the trickle merged into a gurgling stream, and little by little, care merged into a deep maternal love.

Father's love is the wind that blows away all your troubles; Father's love is a quilt that makes you feel warm; Father's love is stinky tofu, which tastes bad but smells good in his heart; Father's love is a hero because he is great.

What is kinship? Affection is the winter night when the north wind whistling, and the needle and thread in the mother's hand; It is the banana fan in dad's hand that repels mosquitoes in hot summer. This is a simple question brought back by long-lost relatives; When my father flew into a rage, it was a heavy blow. ...

Love is a piece of sunshine shining in winter, which makes poor and sick people feel the warmth of the world; Love is the spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again; Love is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives spiritual comfort to lonely and helpless people. Love is a rain that falls on the earth after a long drought, which makes people with withered hearts feel emotional moisture.

4. Regarding the parallelism sentence describing maternal love, it is urgent to find the answer. Maternal love is the most sacred, noble and selfless love in the world.

Motherly love is bright sunshine, hot and bright. She can melt glaciers, purify the soul and flourish. She nurtures life and cares for everything with a broad mind.

Motherly love is a rich green land, beautiful and pleasant. She makes the air fresh, flowers colorful and butterflies flying. She is the only pure land that has not been polluted by fame and fortune.

Motherly love is the mountain spring of Ming Che, clean and clear. She is pure and elegant, true and naive, sincere and flawless, and she can wash away all filth.

Motherly love is a long way. No matter where you go, she will accompany you to extend smoothly. That long-term concern, that earnest persuasion, guides you to the maze and protects you all the way.

Maternal love is a high mountain. No matter how difficult you are, she always relies on the barrier. That towering body protects you from the wind and rain, and makes your heart calm and happy.

Maternal love is a deep pool. No matter how many entanglements there are at home, she always endures silently with an inclusive attitude. Generosity and tolerance make the family harmonious and calm, and make things go smoothly.

Mother's love is eternal, no matter how the wind and rain erode, she is always perfect and will never fade; Motherly love is pure, she will always be as pure and primitive as water; Motherly love is persistent, no matter how bitter her fate is, she always pours out her heart and never gives in.

A mother's love is deep in righteousness and firm in softness. When you cry in infancy, maternal love is a warm embrace, and when you learn a language, maternal love is a patient teaching; Motherly love is warm hot tea when staying up late to prepare for the exam; When you travel, maternal love is sobbing; When you get grades, maternal love is tears of excitement; When you are sick in bed, maternal love is bloodshot eyes; When you get into bad habits, maternal love is a kind exhortation; When you are treading on thin ice and refuse to mend it, maternal love is the salt sprinkled on your wound, which stung her heart.

Motherly love is generous, she spilled love to the spring dew and autumn frost; Leave it to the morning light, leave it to the dusk; It is for abandoned babies and orphans; But I can only forget myself. Motherly love has no boundaries between strangers, regions and races. Motherly love is everyone who is "young or young", and everyone has no choice. Motherly love is the source of consideration, comfort, tolerance, understanding, kindness and kindness.

Motherly love disturbs the world and makes people cry.

The kindness of maternal love flows with the river and shines with the sun and the moon.

May the world mother, don't forget to leave a love for herself. May the children of the world, don't forget to return a thick fragrance of maternal love.

5. The comparative sentence about maternal love is 1. Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving, leaving it fresh and natural; Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is the warm wind that blows away the snow, bringing infinite spring like the fiery sun; Maternal love is like an oil lamp in the dark, and maternal love is like a sweater in winter; Motherly love is more like a mountain stream.

The trickle gradually merged into a gurgling stream. Little by little, care turned into deep maternal love.

2. Motherly love is laughter that accompanies you all your life. Motherly love is the yearning of wandering world. Motherly love is the care and anxiety of children before their beds. Motherly love is an ardent expectation for children's growth. 3. Motherly love is a lost beacon, guiding the way forward; Motherly love is the sunshine in winter, which warms children's hearts; Motherly love is a conscientious guardian, guarding young life; Motherly love is the drizzle in spring, nourishing the dry land; Maternal love is golden in autumn, showing the joy of harvest.

4, maternal love is a ray of sunshine, so that your heart can feel warm as spring even in the cold winter; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years. 5. If I were Nightcrawler who traveled thousands of miles, my mother would be a gentle lamp in the dark night, illuminating me from a distance and making me hesitate; If I were just a poor self-pity actor, my mother would be the warm applause that made me confident and urged me to work hard; If I am a playful little fish, my mother is a green lake, which not only contains my naughty willfulness, but also spreads my happiness in circles ... 6. Motherly love is the sun that warms the soul, the rain and dew that moistens the soul, the fertile soil that irrigates the soul and the rainbow that beautifies the soul.

7. Motherly love is like an unknown drizzle in the spring night, like the evening breeze through the forest at dusk, like every ray of sunshine in the morning, accompanying you when you are inadvertently. 8. If there is any kind of love in the world that is selfless, it is a mother's love for her children; If there is any kind of love in the world that can make us cry, it is only the mother's love for her children; If there is any kind of love in the world that can make us give up everything, it is only a mother's love for her children.

9. Motherly love is like a cup of fragrant tea, which brings us fragrance when we are hungry; Motherly love, like a colorful rainbow, brings us hope when we are lost; Motherly love is like a fiery red sun, which brings us warmth when it is cold; Motherly love is like a bright street lamp, which shows us the way when we are lost. 10, mother, you are a tree, I am a grass, and you have covered a shade for me; Mom, you are the lake, I am the fish in the lake, and you provide me with a broad space for activities; Mother, you are a stove, providing me with warmth; Mom, you are an envelope full of encouragement to me; Mother, you are a paving stone, sacrificing everything for your children; Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years; Motherly love is a ray of sunshine in winter, a cotton-padded coat on a wanderer, and a refreshing sweetness.

Above, I hope to help you. 2 10。

6. Mother's Parallelism was first published by Li.

What does mom look like? Part one: What does mother look like? Mother is a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain; Mother is the harbor where ships dock, giving us warmth; Mother is a candle, sacrificing herself to light our way forward; Mom is an angel. She grew up with us and brought us endless love and hope. Chapter 2: What kind of person is a mother? Motherly love is like an unknown drizzle in the spring night, like the evening breeze through the forest at dusk, like every ray of sunshine in the morning, which inadvertently accompanies you. 2. Motherly love is a lost beacon, guiding the way forward; Motherly love is the sunshine in winter, which warms children's hearts; Motherly love is a conscientious guardian, protecting the young; Motherly love is the drizzle in spring, nourishing the dry land; Maternal love is golden in autumn, showing the joy of harvest. 3. If I were Nightcrawler who traveled thousands of miles, my mother would be a gentle lamp in the dark night, illuminating me from a distance and making me hesitate; If I were just a poor self-pity actor, my mother would be the warm applause, calling me and urging me to work hard; If I am a playful fish, my mother is a green lake, which not only contains my naughty willfulness, but also spreads my happiness like ripples. 4, maternal love is a landscape painting, wash away the lead carving, leaving fresh and natural; Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is the warm wind that blows away the snow, bringing infinite spring like the fiery sun; Maternal love is like an oil lamp in the dark, and maternal love is like a sweater in winter; Motherly love is more like a mountain stream. The trickle gradually merged into a gurgling stream. Little by little, care turned into deep maternal love. 5. Motherly love is a warm sun, giving her light; Motherly love is a vast ocean, revealing a broad mind; Motherly love is sweet milk, which nurtures children to thrive. 6. Mom, you are a big tree, I am a grass, and you are.

7. Modern poems about maternal love should be compared. How many times do you get up at night and tuck us in? How many times have you been sick? How many times have you held me, anxious and sad? How many times have you patiently explained the wrong question to me? How many times have you encouraged me to eat? Who cares so much about us? So it's you-kind mother 2. In late autumn, the leaves left the trees that raised them, and the leaves did not forget the nourishment of the trees. The tree reluctantly put down its leaves, and the leaves went with the wind.

The ripe fruit was thrown into the embrace of the earth, and the fruit did not forget the education of the branches and vines. Branches and vines gently loosen their hands and let the fruit roll away. People who have grown up have left home to join the social tide.

Children walk on Wan Li Road, mothers worry, but grown-up people remember their mothers' love. The mother sent her son away in tears, and the son swayed in the wind and waves.

Why the flowers wither on the night of parting, why the birds stop singing, why the night in late autumn is so quiet ... The needle in my mother's hand is so busy and hot. I'm too busy to know what to do. It's too hot, and my heart is colder.

The needle has mended my clothes, but there are ripples in my heart ... Time flies so fast, time flies so slowly, flowers, birds and night children are doing silent accompaniment ... My mother's luggage is loaded and loaded, and my heart is heavy. But my mother doesn't know that no matter how many things are packed, there is one thing that can't be taken away-a wandering heart.

On the night of parting, the clock ticks affectionately, and my tears flow with your thoughts. The door of memory suddenly washed away the child, and I was naughty and disobedient. I panicked when I saw you crying.

But just stand and don't talk. Birthday, when I grow up, I see you with silver hair and tears flowing down with candles.

I want to get married again before I can repay you. I see your eyes are full of tears, but I don't know what to say. I've always wanted to tell you the truth.

Actually, I don't want to leave home. I wonder if I can help you.